Something is wrong with Jian Zun

The younger brother obviously didn't realize what happened.

On the way to the Huajianmen branch, Chu Zhaoliu was still a little puzzled, looked at Gu Junyi, who followed behind with drooping eyes, and looked at him from time to time, and poked Xie Ming's shoulder numbly , asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with him?"

In the past, when Chu Zhaoliu poked Xie Ming so cheaply, he would be bounced away by the sword energy.

Now Xie Ming didn't say anything, just glanced at him lightly: "It's embarrassing for the family."

Chu Zhaoliu: "?"

Xie Ming seemed to be in a good mood, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he didn't explain anymore.

The young moxiu who led the way tremblingly did not dare to make any small moves.

At first he saw that these people didn't care about him, and wanted to take the opportunity to escape with Yujian, but the moment he took off, he realized that although these people were not looking at him, everyone's anger was locked on him.

He had no doubts at all, as long as he dared to make a move to escape, he would be killed in the next instant.

But now he is a little unsure.

One look at the two people walking around the flower peacock holding a fan, and you can tell that just now they are probably talking big to please, and jealous.

The young man thought bitterly, what are you proud of, isn't it the same as him, it's all about face!

An hour later, Huajianmen's sub-helm came into view.

Different from the well-defended magic gate that Chu Zhaoliu expected, this sub-helm is more like a grand palace, with carved beams and painted buildings, and a formation is specially set up to reverse the phases of the four seasons. Just when you get close, you can feel the power brought by the formation. Warmth, rather than a sub-rudder, is more like a place of feast and enjoyment.

Seeing the three people looking at the magnificent Sanjin courtyard without speaking, the young man felt a little uneasy.

Are these people really planning to kill them?

Chu Zhaoliu pondered for a while, and when he saw Sect Master Xie's cold and dusty face like a banished fairy, he suddenly became interested, pulled Xie Ming's sleeves, and smiled kindly: "Sect Master Xie, how about we pretend Was caught by him?"

Xie Ming looked at him blankly, although he didn't say anything, he obviously didn't agree with this proposal.

How could it be possible for the majestic Sword Master to be arrested and sent to serve as a child prostitute.

It's impossible even if it's fake.

It's humiliating to think about.

Chu Zhaoliu nodded knowingly, and said in a good manner: "Then you and the second senior brother will stay outside, and I will go in with him to find out what is true."

"..." Xie Ming was silent for a moment, "Let's go in together."

"Then it's a deal!" Chu Zhaoliu happily made a decision, not surprised at all that Xie Ming would say this, shaking his fan coquettishly, his eyes curled up like a fox.

After being out with Xie Ming for so long, he has already figured out Xie Ming's temper.

It's actually very simple to get Xie Ming to agree to a bad proposal.

Just make a worse offer.

"I won't go in," Gu Junyi put his hands on his sleeves and looked at the two of them, feeling that he, the second senior brother, was out of place. "Stay outside, so you can keep an eye on what's going on."

It shouldn't be too much trouble if you want to balance, but if you have a relationship with Que Xinluo, it will be very troublesome.

What's more, there are many secret methods of magic cultivation, so you have to be cautious.

Chu Zhaoliu nodded happily, and encouraged and praised: "Second senior brother is also very good."

Gu Junyi said quietly: "Zhaozhao, your boast is a bit perfunctory, I am not happy at all."

Chu Zhaoliu: "Then you should be unhappy first."

After happily discussing, Chu Zhaoliu hooked his fingers to the young Moxiu: "We'll go in with you, do you understand what we'll say later?"

The young Moxiu dared not follow, and nodded with an apologetic smile.

Chu Zhaoliu took out a rope from the ring, flicked it casually, and tied himself and Xie Ming together.

Xie Ming lowered his gaze, seeing his expression of interest, and suddenly felt that Chu Zhaoliu raised this idea, probably not because of some prudence.

Just because of his arrogance that he wanted to cook the bone soup for the monster, wanted No.1 in the world to change his surname, and punched Que Xinluo. It was obvious that he did this just to... make him feel deflated.

Xie Ming: "..."

Forget it.

The two were tied up, and fell to the ground behind the young Moxiu, and slowly approached the mansion on the ground.

The guards outside also had a good appearance. When they saw the young man walking in front, they glanced at Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming who were tied up and followed behind, with a look of familiarity and even envy: "You The goods brought back this time are very good, Lord Yuheng definitely likes them very much."

The young Moxiu laughed dryly and led the two of them in without saying much.

The other courtyard is like a forest of wine pools and meat. Walking in the corridor, there is no one who looks mediocre everywhere. There are both men and women. Most of them are wearing light gauze clothes, and even the air is full of lust.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at it with great interest, and was about to tease Xie Ming, when his eyes swept over Xie Ming's indifferent and clean expression, the words stuck in his throat.

He suddenly felt some regret.

I didn't think about it when I was interested before, but now that I think about it, with Xie Ming's temperament, he must hate this kind of place very much, and he is really disrespectful.

Such a clear and beautiful human moon is really out of place in such a dirty place.

Chu Zhaoliu was just about to ask Xie Ming if he should go straight in, when he heard a calm voice from beside him: "Does it look good?"

Chu Zhaoliu stared at his face, subconsciously replied: "It looks good."

Xie Ming sneered softly: "Then don't ask Gu Junyi to destroy the sub-rudder, why don't you leave this beauty to you."

Chu Zhaoliu chuckled, "Did you make a mistake?"

The corner of his mouth twitched, he moved closer to him, deliberately lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "What I mean is, all the beauties in this courtyard can't compare to a single finger of Sect Master Xie."

The teasing words were accompanied by a warm breath, and they brushed against the ears rather recklessly, Chu Zhao flinched back after flirting, not noticing that Xie Ming's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and fell into silence.

Without waiting for him to reword his words, as he and the young Moxiu stepped into a courtyard, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, wisps of white mist steamed the entire space, and the sound of water was rushing—it was actually a hot spring pool hospital.

Through the mist, you can see more than a dozen people standing or sitting in the hot spring pool, playing and playing, all of which are rare and beautiful.

A fairly handsome man was sitting by the hot spring pool, his brows were full of indulgence, and he was obviously in a good mood.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man turned his head, and in the dense mist, he was the first to see the young Moxiu: "Oh? Why are you back, where are the others?"

Sensing the sight behind him, sweat broke out from the back of the young man's head, and he managed to calm down: "Master Hui, Hui Yuheng, among the three people in the city, one escaped, and they went after them. Let me take the two people I caught. Bring it back for your review first."

Yu Heng was very interested: "Where is the person, show me the deity, the subordinate boasts that there is nothing in the sky and nothing on the earth, can it be compared to a beauty like me?"

After a pause, he held his chin and said jokingly: "If it can be compared, I will kill those in the pond, if not, I will kill these two people."

The laughter in Yichi stopped.

Yu Heng is moody, he is often joking with people one second, and will directly attack the next second, no one thinks he is joking.

The young Moxiu turned sideways, and the fog in the courtyard cleared up a bit, and the two stood side by side behind him, revealing their figures and faces, with outstanding temperament and different styles.

Even the dozen or so people in the pool were stunned for a moment.

Yuheng's expression froze.

Chu Zhaoliu teased Xie Ming for a while, but he didn't plan to continue playing, thinking, did he recognize Xie Ming?

Then get ready to fight.

He was thinking about whether to take a elixir to break the seal, so as not to cause any accidents, when he saw Yu Heng clapping his hands in joy: "Sure enough, she is a rare beauty!"

Yu Heng smiled and looked at the group of people living in the pool stiffly: "You beauties, do you think you can compare to them?"

As soon as the words fell, all the people in the pool suddenly slammed into the pool with a plop - they didn't even have time to scream, and they died in an instant!

Only then did he add leisurely: "In my opinion, it's not comparable. This deity does what he says, so I have to wrong you."

Chu Zhaoliu's eyelids twitched.

Righteous monks are afraid of Xie Ming because of his iron-blooded methods in the great war a hundred years ago, Xie Ming still wears the hat of indiscriminate killing and bloodthirsty, and is chewed by the so-called righteous people.

Where did Xie Ming go?

This person in front of him really doesn't take human life seriously.

Yu Heng licked the corner of his lips: "Come here, let me take a closer look. Such a good product, this deity has searched all the flowers, and this is the first time I have encountered it. I didn't expect to see two of them today."

The legs of the young Moxiu were already frightened, and he looked at the pool of silent people in horror, his two arms were fighting, and he dared not move forward.

Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming's expressions were normal, Ruyan walked up to Yuheng.

Yuheng's eyes flashed with greedy and lustful lust, and he stretched out his two fingers, wanting to pinch Chu Zhaoliu's chin: "Little beauty, what's your name?"

Chu Zhaoliu calmly turned his head to avoid it, and smiled slightly: "You're welcome, call me Dad."

Yuheng was stunned for a rare moment, but he wasn't angry—instead, he felt a little tempered, and he had a desire to conquer. He moved his hand forward and was about to force Chu Zhaoliu's chin, and a ray of light suddenly pierced the slope!

Before the consciousness can react, the body reacts first.

Yu Heng flew back quickly without even thinking about it, narrowly escaped the terrifying sword light, and landed on the eaves, before he dared to take a closer look, his expression changed instantly: "Minghong sword!"

The young Moxiu, who was so frightened and hid aside, froze.

Even if he has no experience, he still knows who Minghong Sword Master is.

The person following him this way is... Sword Master Xie Ming.

Yu Heng's face changed unpredictablely, and then it didn't match Chu Zhaoliu's expectation, and he suddenly laughed loudly: "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that the defeated general of the lord would dare to set foot on Xizhou? It's just a yellow-haired kid, Zhongzhou Those bastards are really ignorant!"

With a flick of his fingertips, Chu Zhaoliu's eyes were excellent, and through the bright candlelight in the other courtyard, he could see the refracted glimmers of light.

It is covered with spiritual power, thousands of strands, as thin as a vellus hair.

Those filaments disappeared in the air, and with a hook of Yuheng's fingertips, all the people who had fallen in the pool stood up strangely, and a dense crowd of people slowly approached nearby.

The person at the helm instantly became a puppet in his palm.

Chu Zhaoliu observed carefully before his eyes, and slowly stretched out his fingers.

The fingertips suddenly tingled slightly, and blood oozes immediately.

The moment Yuheng made his move, the seemingly empty air was filled with filaments thinner than hair.

He looked at the bloody fingertips thoughtfully, but his open fingers were suddenly held by a cold hand, and the sword cocoon brushed against his sensitive palm, making him tremble suddenly.

Xie Ming pressed his hand back, and said in a low voice, "Don't touch it randomly."

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned, because of Xie Ming's meaningless "Don't touch", some broken images suddenly flashed in his mind, as if what he was messing with just now was not the filaments in the air, but where was Xie Ming's. Same... After realizing it, Chu Zhaoliu cursed in his heart.

When did he become such a beast.

Yu Heng proudly said: "The gatekeeper of Huajian will re-enter Zhongzhou, so I will cut off your head first and throw it to the Fuyue Sect, as a warning to everyone else!"

Xie Ming ignored him, seeing that Chu Zhaoliu had calmed down and stopped reaching out to touch anything dangerous, so he took a step forward with the Minghong sword in his hand, and said in a calm voice, "Is it over?"

That posture must be said to be contemptuous and arrogant, and Yu Heng's face darkened a few times in an instant, and he said with a sneer, "I'm courting death!"

Chu Zhaoliu glanced at the crowds of people gradually gathering nearby, and said in a low voice, "I can handle it here, go and tell him to shut up, he's a bit noisy."

Xie Ming nodded slightly, his movement was like the wind, he stepped into the air, and his sword energy was like a cold light, sharp and unstoppable.

Those thin and tough threads that spread across the air and could easily cut through a human's throat were cut inch by inch, and they had no resistance at all under Ming Hong's sword!

Yu Heng retreated a few more feet, seeing Xie Ming cut off the filaments and flew towards him, instead of worrying, he smiled grimly: "Boy, you have been tricked!"

The filament cut off by Xie Ming is like a living thing, it doesn't know when it connects with other threads, forming a silk array silently, enclosing Xie Ming in an airtight manner!

After the filament is cut off, it will be connected with other filaments and continue to entangle, making it impossible to guard against.

Xie Ming froze, looking down at his sleeves.

Ruyun's sleeve robe was blown by the night wind, fluttering and fluttering, and just now it was lightly touched by the taut filament, and the sleeve was cut off like cutting tofu.

His robe is not an extraordinary thing, but also a magic weapon that is invulnerable to swords and guns, impervious to water and fire, and undisturbed by cold and heat. With such a material, when the sleeve fluttered down, it was cut into countless strands without any hindrance. .

Undoubtedly, if the filament accidentally touches the body, the end will not be much better than that of the horned robe.

Sitting on his father's sleeve thinking about Jiujiu's hair, Jiujiu frowned, kicked his legs, burrowed into Xie Ming's chest, and half of his furry head popped out, trying to help his father.

Xie Ming raised one finger and pressed it back into his bosom: "Good boy."

"What kind of sword master is nothing more than mediocre." Yuheng saw that he was trapped in the silk formation, and it was difficult to get half an inch, with a hint of arrogance on his face, "Even the lord dare not touch this thousand-wrapped silk formation easily, It's just a pity that your face will be cut into pieces soon..."

Standing by the hot spring below, Chu Zhaoliu had already fallen many puppets around him. He glanced at the dense crowd of people who were fearless and fearless under control, and with a flick of his wrist, he suddenly threw out the gold-painted fan in his hand.

The fan whirled like a blade, and wherever it touched, blood mist flew up, and a piece of it fell like a dumpling.

After flying for a week, the fan returned to Chu Zhaoliu's hand. Noticing the vision in the sky, he shook the blood on the fan in distaste, looked up and asked, "Brother Xie, do you need my help?"

Yu Heng saw at a glance that the spiritual power in Chu Zhao's fluid was low, and he didn't care too much. He licked his lips and showed an ambiguous smile: "It's really flirtatious. You are traveling with such a beautiful woman. Since you have sent someone specially I sent it to the deity’s house, and I accepted it politely. Why don’t you let the deity save you later and fuck him in front of you?”

Just thinking about that picture made his blood boil, as if he had seen the end of Xie Ming's decapitated body.

The silk array is rapidly shrinking.

Xie Ming suddenly raised the corners of his lips coldly: "It's up to you?"

The moment those three words were uttered, Yu Heng's pupils shrank.

An icy cold spiritual power spread along the thousands of threads, stabbing his fingertips in an instant, as if even his heart was frozen to stop by this chill, every thread was wrapped in thin frost.

Standing in the silk formation, Xie Ming raised his sword and raised his eyebrows without moving his eyes.

Thousands of crackling sounds drilled into the earholes.

Suddenly, Yuheng's energy and blood surged, his heart trembled violently, and he almost vomited blood on the spot.

He totally did not expect that the silk formation, which is famous for its cunning, would be cut through so simply and roughly by Xie Ming—this also means that the spiritual power gap between the two sides is not just a matter of half and half.

After all, it was an elder of the sect. The moment he thought about it clearly, Yuheng cut off the connection with Qiantangsi directly, gave up this natal magic weapon, rose into the sky like a ghost, and after dodging the murderous sword energy, unexpectedly Without hesitation, turn over and run!

But he did not escape.

At the moment when he wanted to escape from blood, a terrifying rolling sword intent struck from behind. There was Xie Ming in front and a sneak attack in the back, forcing him to turn around to deal with it. If he wanted to use blood escape again, he might have to sacrifice half his life .

With such a moment of hesitation, he completely lost the opportunity to escape.

The timing of Gu Junyi's arrival was just right, not too early or too late, and he happened to force him back to the other courtyard with a sword. For the first time, the smile on his handsome face was gone, and his expression was stern: "Where do you want to go?"

Even when seeing Xie Ming, Yu Heng's face was not so distorted.

He opened his eyes wide, stared at the man who fell from the sky in disbelief, and shouted: "Gu Junyi?! Are you still alive? Why is it you again!"

Chu Zhaoliu also finished solving the following troubles, seeing that the silk formation was broken, he joined the confrontation belatedly, flew to Xie Ming's side, looked left and right, and his eyes fell on Gu Junyi: "oh?"

Seeing Chu Zhaoliu, the chill on Gu Junyi's face dissipated slightly, and he smiled at him: "Is the little brother injured? Oh, don't look at the brother with that kind of eyes, you know, the brother has a story. "

Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows, glanced at Yu Heng, who had an ugly face, and thought about the virtues of this demon elder, his eyes instantly became extremely complicated: "Senior brother, could it be that you are also attracted by him... no wonder you have to leave Fufu alone Moon Mountain..."

Gu Junyi was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot: "What are you thinking—it's not this kind of story!"

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Gu Junyi: The junior brother must have been led astray by that dog Xie Ming!